YOU ARE AN OBJECT
You are an object;
we have no connection.
You are a concept,
a Shadow of imperfection.
I am Righteous;
God has forsaken you.
I spill your blood in my street;
you are the Traitor—I have judged you.
So I judge,
take you for my brother
and make sure our children
will always fight one another.
That’s the way it’s
always been.
Why should I change now?
If I give you the chance, you’ll cut us all down
and impose your will—your vision of our Order—
and for the shallowest of reasons
carve a political border
in the flesh of my people.
You’ll invest the
profits
and keep on pounding
in the name of Freedom,
with your trumpet sounding.
This is your Revelation.
Trade your children’s lives for mine.
Evade responsibility;
grow your Arrogance over time.
Harvest what you’ve
sown;
forget that I lost myself, too—
and in your powerful, fearful way
go build another you.
That’s the way it’s
always been.
How can it change now?
If we give you the chance, you’ll cut us all down
and impose your will—your version of our Order—
and for the shallowest of reasons
carve a political border
in the flesh of my people.
—Ó 2004 Aislin Hamilton
